Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.
Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.
The army slew a thousand and showed little pity The king ordered fealty from the conquered city The prince charmed its people with words wise and witty And the queen sat on a couch, looking very pretty
Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!
No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.
Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.